Flew Away

[A very Short Story.]

The bright blue sky is a beautiful and warm sight in the morning. Soft clouds that continue to move decorate the ceiling. A gentle wind blew the leaves and the sturdy trees stood. Sparrows fly freely while looking for prey, and catch it. A fan of white wings, large, and clean, was visible at a glance. The beautiful white wings moved and hid themselves behind the swarming clouds. The unknown creature continued to fly without showing his form. Quickly, and lightning, like a bolt of lightning that strikes when it rains. However, suddenly the flapping of the wings stopped. He slowly revealed himself, his body was exactly like a human, white, clean, pale skin, bare feet barefoot, small body with slender fingers with long nails, long white hair, flowing gently, like strands of silk thread, he wore a long white dress, and a necklace that fit nicely around his slender neck. His irises were sapphire blue, like sapphire diamonds. His eyelashes are thick and white like her hair. And.. the white and wide wings that he has become the main highlight of his form.

He stared curiously at a tiny human, and small like himself. The expression on his face was flat, and empty, it was clear the emptiness in his life. Several bruises and scratches left the boy's skin and body. The white, stained bandage was wrapped around the boy's neck. Sitting in the shade of a large tree, in a quiet garden, only the sound of the leaves scattering while hugging his legs. His mane was black, his bangs covered most of his eyes, as if he had never cut them.

The winged creature was still with its curious gaze, and slowly descended from the blue sky and started to set its feet on the ground. His two wings then close. Her tiny and bare feet walked slowly towards the boy she was observing earlier.

He touched the boy's cheek gently. Cold. The petite man's palm was cold. The boy was startled and then distanced himself from the mysterious man with the wings in front of him.

"Hmm?" confused the little winged man.

He brought himself back closer to the boy he was approaching, although the boy was shaking and was so scared he closed his eyes. However, the man with pure white wings held the two rough hands of the black-haired boy in front of him. Warm. That's how the little boy felt. He opened his palm, a white daisy flower. The boy's pupils dilated. Surprised by what he just saw.

The wind gently brushed his thin, jet-black hair. He was still silent and stunned by the flower in the palm of his hand. An innocent look was seen in the expression on the little 'angel' face.

"You.. who are you?!" Said the little boy who was wearing a white dress covered in dirt stains as he immediately released his hand from the creature in front of him.

"Me? Ilys. Son of seven nymphs." Ilys replied.

The boy then fell silent. "Seven nymphs?".

"Im... Isaac. Cursed human." He said in a low voice.

"Cursed?.." Ilys was silent for a moment.

"But look at this. Your soul is pure, clean. It's just dark. Like being swallowed by a shadow. Your soul is very fragile, if I touch you even a little you might be 'broken'." Ilys explained, while thrusting her index finger at Isaac's chest.

"Enough with your bullshit, angel! Why did the angels come down here?! You know we're forbidden to talk! Just descending from the sky is forbidden!" Isaac exclaimed and started to stand on his thin legs, even though his legs were only bones. Just a little bit of meat to coat it.

Isaac walked away. But his steps were stopped by Ilys. Ilys pulled Isaac's arm, then his body slowly floated in the air, his wings began to flap. Isaac was spontaneously surprised. He also began to sweat cold because his feet had separated from the ground.

"D-Put me down!" Oh, Ilys doesn't stop flapping his wings.

"ILYSSSS! PUT ME DOWN! I HATE HEIGHTS!" Still no answer from his interlocutor.

"STOP. PUT ME DOWN!!"

The height is quite high. The green land was out of sight and was now covered by white clouds. The filthy world has now turned into the sky, soft clouds, and a gentle breeze that surrounds the body.

"Well then. I'll drop you off," he said curtly, concisely, and clearly. Ilys also let go of Isaac's body that he had brought earlier. And... Isaac fell. At that height? Yes.

"ILYSS! YOU..! I WILL KILL YOU!" Isaac exclaimed who was still 'in progress' falling down.

"You know angels is immortal. We live an eternal life. you can't kill us with just those lowly human-made alumunium blades."

"AHHH! IT'S UP TO YOU!!" Isaac snapped.

He gritted his teeth. His mouth opened slowly. His strands of hair the strands of his hair carried in the wind and showed his vivid green beautiful eyes.

"Still, I.. Catch me.. just once, in my live. Just for once, I want somebody who doesn't want me dead." He whispered. And tears fell one by one.

Then a faint smile appeared on Ilys's face. He began to chase Isaac who was a little closer to the ground.

"I got you." Ilys said, holding onto Isaac's slender waist.

Isaac turned his face and looked at Ilys' sweet face which still formed a gentle smile.

"Are you going to catch me if I fall?"

Isaac ask Ilys gently.

"In saecula saeculorum." Then he began to smile softly again, but now, with his hand on Isaac's head.

Isaac's pupil getting bigger. Surprised by Ilys sentence. His cheeks flushed a bit.

"Now, put me down, wont you?"

"Aight."

Ilys then slowly slowed his wings pace. But, with his hands still holding Isaac's waist, he just let the wings relaxed, and the wind brought them by. With his wings are not controlling around, the wind let them flew like a paper plane that falls through the sky. Like a bird that let the air wrap their bodies. Falls through the white and soft clouds. This time, Isaac didn't babbling about anything. He let his soul flew away. Free. Without any hands of dirty people down there. Without any confinement. There are no people saying things about him. There are no people throwing bunch of rocks to him. Only peace, and his breath, the sound of his heart beating. And the warmth he got from Ilys touch. He just closed his eyes. Swept and drown in the calming atmosphere.

When they close to the ground, Ilys back flapping his wings widely. Isaac return to open his eyes. Looking gently to Ilys's face.

"In saecula saeculorum." Ilys repeated that word once again. With a soft smile. And his hand is holding Isaac's tightly.

''''

A man sit tightly, in the corner of a balcony. Wearing a black suit. His long, beautiful, white hair was tied. And. A pair of white wings in his back. His pupils stared at a pocket watch. Instead looking at the time, he was looking at a portrait, of a young man, with a black hair, green irises, with a small smile depicted in his tiny face. Pale skin. With a red, chapped lips. And his strands of black hair blown by the wind. Then that man, hold the pocket watch tightly in his palm. His teeth gritted.

"How.. am I supposed to catch you now?"

Fin.